Life At Risk Lyrics - Forgotten Freshness - Insane Clown Posse

Waking up to a little baby crying 

Mom's yelling 'cause pop's got his fists flying 

It's nine in the morning and he's drunk 

One day, I feel that I'm gonna shoot that punk 

My bitch laying next to me in the bed 

I honestly don't give a fuck if the ho is dead 

The only honor in my life is my rag 

Without it, zip me up in a body bag 

Grab my brother's unloaded forty-four 

Take the money-back bottles and head for the store 

My neighborhood your life is a dare 

'cause there's factories pumping out black air 

And I'm breathing this shit everyday 

Living crazy, 'cause I'm dying anyway 

I see this tramp hangin under the bridge 

I tell her go home and watch her kids 

You listen to them cry and sob 

Take your sorry ass and find a motherfucking job 

See my homies hanging at the liquor store 

40s in the catch, dice rollin on the floor 

They say my friends'll never be any good 

But the president wouldn't of been shit 

If he was raised in my neighborhood 

My friends say the same old shit 

The southwest side have a hit on me 

I guess everyone's seen it 

When I slammed johnny's head into the cement 

It started all this crazy shit 

And now we never set out without a loaded clip 

And we headed up to the dunk rim 

Little boys on the court so we punked them out 

And I was thinking of my brother 

When he was pushed off the court he wanted to kill them fuckers 

Now I'm standing in the bad guys shoes 

Payin' my dues 

And I don't have no where to be 

Just another street hood in the inner city 

And a man is gonna ask for some change 

Give him a dollar, so he can go and fry his brain 

Fuck no, I push him out the way 

'cause that sad motherfucker got shit to say 

My homie was known for the mackin 

Now they got him doing 10 for car jackin 

And I'm thinkin that I'm next to go 

What the fuck I already live on death row 

So many out there want me 

Everybody wants to put a bullet in my head 

But I don't give a fuck if I die today 

Everyone alive is gonna die anyway 

What the fuck is life about 

Come home late and daddy blow your mouth out 

That's in the past now, I ain't soft 

Daddy hits me today and I'm a blow his fuckin head off 

For now the bullets close but miss 

Livin my life at a risk 

You know, j, man, you're right 

Too many motherfuckers out there are fake 

People need to understand 

That if you get hit enough times 

Then you start hitting back 

All we are are pawns in the game board 

And if this is the way everyone's playin' it 

So be it, motherfuckers 

Count us in 

But the icp is playin for keeps 

Mackin is a game and everybody's playin 

Are you the one gettin played like a sucker 

I think I liked it better when I was a kid